All parties are over the age of 18. Main character is 19, and uncle is 30+
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
The hardest bits to chew on are what ends up tasting so good. And that much I can say about Bill. I adored him... A strapping man that stood six feet tall, green eyes that pulled you close, and dark hair.
Exploring myself and discovered how I felt about being cumslut, I coveted his cock in secret... Not knowing if he would want the same thing out of me. Bill was a long haul truck driver, preferring shorts while driving and tight briefs when swimming. Whenever I saw him around, my eyes peeked at the curve in his pants. And I saw him often, seeing as he was my mother's older brother.
What fine genes my family had...
When Bill was out working, I was in charge of walking his dog, Ray, and being sure the house was up to snuff. Being the curious bastard I was, snooping was first on the list of what he had to hide when no one was around to stop me. Most things seemed mundane: family photos, books, clothes and dishes.
On the days I dug deeper, I discovered a stash of porn magazines, mostly straight which didn't appeal to me as a young cocksucker. Near the bottom, my face spelled shock and awe when I found six gay magazines. They had clearly been used from sticking pages I found by leafing through them myself. In between one of the pages was a photo of me, wearing a white speedo... Thinking back, he had worn a pair of light blue briefs.
Searching feverishly, I happened to find it, smelling used, and laid down on his bed. Having a magazine next to me as I held those light blue briefs to my face, I remembered what he told me that day. He left at five pm, saying he had something important to do. Later, Bill let it slip that he'd taken pictures of me and other men he fancied.
Imagine my heart bursting that Uncle Bill was just like me, and wanted to get off at seeing me in a speedo. Once I knew, nothing ever stopped me from thinking about how the sheer cloth clung to his cock that day... As I thought of tasting him, my cock felt so hard that I felt like bursting.
Resisting the best I could, I slowly jerked off, thinking of this strong man I admired, with his mouth all over me. The deeper my fantasies fell, the harder I pushed his briefs to my face and stroked faster. Panting and sniffing the scent of his cock, I finally came, dripping thick cum along my head, shaft, shorts, and balls. I didn't let it stop me, and kept jerking though it hurt. I whimpered and groaned, calling for Bill as I coaxed a second orgasm out of me.
Laying in his bed, I let my mind wander until remembering I had to hurry home. Cleaning myself up, putting the magazines back, and being sure nothing looked out of place, I swiped the briefs for my personal collection. The haze over me made me warm and smiley, especially as I laid in bed after dinner, tempted to touch myself again despite how sore I felt.
As everyone in the house slept, I took the briefs out again, this time dressed in a stolen pair of my mother's underwear, and touched myself for most of the night. Keeping my voice down, I groaned into my pillow, softly calling out for Bill again. Why was I so tempted by him? And would he be interested in me, his freshly adult nephew, as much as he told me that day?
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After a week or so, Bill came home from work, dashing as ever in his shorts and fitting orange shirt. While he was over for dinner one night, I couldn't help but swoon, biting my lip shyly but making sure no one noticed. Afterward, my mom left for a while, saying she forgot to buy a few things. Uncle Bill said he would stick around for a while and only asked to steal a few beers. Waving him off, she was gone and I was alone with him...
The nerves in my stomach were shaking and clenching, making me go out of my skin. My body ached for his... but didn't know what to do exactly. How do I make Uncle Bill want to be my next hot fuck? Sure, I knew how to please him. But keeping him hooked is what I really wanted. Especially getting closer to my fantasy of tasting him. Lost in my thoughts, he called for me, asking for a beer and to join him on the couch.
Keeping myself together, I grabbed two beers, unbuttoned my shirt a few, and made sure my pants were tight in the right places. Handing him his beer, I sat down near him, and cracked open my own. Taking a long sip, my shoulders relaxed as I looked at what was on TV. I was a bit shocked when I realized he had soft porn on late night TV. Even with a blush, I took another drink, rubbing my chest to calm the anxiety I suddenly had.
A chuckle came from Bill as he pat my leg.
"I felt nervous about watching porn in the open too. So no worries, I won't judge you."
"No nerves about that. Just didn't expect to sit and watch porn with someone around." I said with a waved tone, cool yet eager.
"Not like you haven't seen anyone sucking cock or fucking Chuck. Based on the rumors, you're good at both."
"I know it turns you on Uncle Bill. And knowing that about you, I get turned on myself. Part of me is wondering when you'll make me your personal cumslut."
"Aw I'd love nothing more. But I'm not one to chase. If you want to play with a big cock close to home, you need to take charge and say so. I'm not gonna give it to you."
Grinning, I scoot closer to him, my hand rubbing his inner thigh, then cupping his hidden cock. It was hot and ready for some play... And I wanted to see it. "Just don't kiss and tell on me Uncle Bill."
"Not a word." He smiled back.
With his free hand, he rubbed my head, fingers massaging circles into my blond locks. I sighed, stirred and more relaxed, reaching to undo his shorts and fish out his hard on to play with. The length was impressive, as was the thickness as I exposed him slowly to tease myself. Wanting to jerk off at the same time, I took out my own cock, dribbling with precum already. Licking my left, I wrapped my hand around Bill's cock, throbbing as I did, and moved up then down.
A moan left in his sigh, the sound of his grumbling as he pulled me against his side. His arm reached around my shoulder, giving me butterflies, and making me nearly explode as his fingers fondled lightly along the skin of my shaft. Since I focused on him, I was left open to what he wanted, and he wrapped his large hand around and stroked a bit. My face hurt as if I'd been hit, but knew it was from how my body was getting warmer.
My breathing got quicker as I stroked Bill more, making him groan and start growling. Before I could lower my head to taste him, I pulled him to me, his beer spilling, and he got on top as I kept my grip on his shirt. Unnerved by how bold I was, I froze up until his mouth was over mine, demanding kisses as if we'd been lovers before. Getting with the program, I kissed him back hungrily, my pants sliding down and ass poking out.
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He practically ripped them from my legs, his shorts with them, and lubed me with the drip from his dick head. Whimpering at his tease, I found my voice for the first time in minutes.
